“That’s too bad. Your lips would taste better if you started smoking more cloves.” Not that Maya Johar would let something so unimportant stop her from tasting Micah’s lips. Regardless of the Marlboro aftertaste, he was a fantastic kisser, and that was just the beginning of things at which he excelled.
The jinni passed her clove cigarette to the lycan when he admitted he wanted a drag. She watched him inhale the smoke before it billowed from his lips. “They’re only considered girly in America. In Indonesia, everyone smokes these, and men don’t feel insecure about it. It’s very masculine, and I think you look hotter smoking these than your usual brand.” A small smile played over her lips as she retrieved her cloves from him. “No problem.” She replied to his gratitude.
Maya didn’t know that Micah only played hockey to let loose his violent aggressions though she had definitely seen the fire with which he played on the ice. Watching him pummel the other men as he glided along had been quite sexy. That had actually been where she first saw him, and after their house’s team had won that night, there had been an after party to celebrate. That’s where she had first spoken to him, and she had quickly made a “friend” of him.
The jinni wasn’t really into sports, but she understood that it was always a good way to meet people, especially contact sports. “You’d probably do better without him anyway.” The words seemed innocent enough, but she always loved to add a hint of dissent into other’s minds, like planting a seed to be nourished with thoughts and feelings. Of course, it was easier when it was something about which someone actually cared.
She didn’t respond to his joke about Matt being a fag. It didn’t make her angry, but it wasn’t necessarily funny to her, either. Instead, she just gave a small half-smile in order to keep from alienating Micah.
“Maybe, but this summer has been lacking any good parties, so even a potentially bad one sounds appealing. There were a few bonfires and things, but nothing overly interesting.” However, the idea of the werewolf and the jinni throwing a party was infinitely more appealing than attending someone else’s.
“I like the sound of that.” Both of them were legal adults, so scoring alcohol wouldn’t be an issue, and she had good connections with scoring other, less legal party enhancers. With the money Maya made from selling the costumes she sewed on eBay, there wouldn’t really be a shortage. Of course, she would have to get to work sewing more to really make up for it. Besides, an off-campus party was far less likely to be broken up, and there would likely be more room at Micah’s apartment than in a little on-campus dorm. The two were social enough that word would spread like wildfire. “We should do it, but we’ll probably have to wait a couple of weeks at most. I need to acquire more funds if we’re going to do this right.” She didn’t say how she would do that, and he probably wouldn’t know. She didn’t care if he thought she sold drugs or prostituted herself. All that mattered was that she would get money for them to do this.